Sincere moments in gentrification….


“If a million people believe a foolish thing, it is still a foolish thing.”

~~ Anatole France ~~


Yeehaw! Next stop,Times Square!

Image from the UK Telegraph POTD 8/4/2015

Hajime…. In the recent past, I’ve been spending a lot of time inside my head, searching even further inside myself, to find the answers to all the issues presented to me by my reactions to reality. The primary result, in re: writing this blog each day, has been to make it difficult to feel any connection to the creative process. It might have to do with how I deal with pain, since I’m having less; it’s been clear for quite a while my pain has been one of the more stimulating factors in creating the angst needed to supply fuel to the fires of my meager creativity. So, perhaps that is the whole problem; sort of an anti-problem, since it’s because my pain is reduced in total.

With that being said, I find myself, this morning, rather reluctant to even begin putting together a Pearl for today. I do have pieces partly done, but, the energy to make the effort to bring it together seems to be missing, gone poof while talking on Skype to a friend about today’s Brexit vote. The political/sociological depths we explored while talking seems to have eliminated any desire to write. This, of course, is a bit frustrating, since it took place BEFORE beginning, and removed most of the stimulating factors in conversation. Therefore, I’ve made a decision, to post only a truncated Pearl. Another WYSIWYG post, as it were.

So, at this juncture, I can’t even say what you’ll find below this intro. What I do know is, whatever you find is all there is for today. You won’t need to worry about it being over-long today, that’s for sure. In order to get even that much done in a timely fashion is impossible, since I’m already almost an hour past my personal deadline to post, I’ll have to cut it ruthlessly, and get it done in what we like to call jig-time. Don’t know what that means, but, we say it anyway.

That’s all for today, ffolkes. I’ll see y’all tomorrow…. Maybe. If not, I’ll leave a note, with another whiny apology. Actually, no, I won’t, but, hey, it sounds good, and it takes up a little more space. Let’s go see what we can find to help get this done….

Shall we Pearl?….

“Cease to be ruled by dogmas and authorities; look at the world!”

~~ H.G. Wells paraphrase of Roger Bacon’s works ~~


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Bonnie Raitt

Just because it’s her, and it’s easy…. Enjoy!….


Bonnie Raitt
Live in Germany 1992






Dead Hands,Typing…

Puzzled anew by anomalous blocks of pain
caught, bemused, chained to routine, insane.
Stilled within breathless beauty
Engaging epiphany, insistent, called to duty.

Knees bent in lieu of a faithful rendition
suffuses, confuses, locked into stale perdition.
Clearing corrosion with hands encased in stone
Singular frozen follicles, masked by bone.

Partial focus brings unfiltered flavors to light
coloring each particle in simple delight.
Forlorn, novel conceptual artists singing in tune
nine notes in harmony, soft as the moon.

Honed blades of carbon steel flash in rhyme,
filling sensual receptors well past closing time.
Borrowed from neighbors in a week-old game
still bloody, without a proper name.

No flooded memories can justify such cost
no simple stationery, bilious, afraid, lost.
Ten times ten will never be enough
To fill so empty a stolen trough.

Bartering simplicity takes well into the night
solidly temporary pillars turned bright.
Unknown to all the pretty children who came
none were called, none had any remaining flame.

~~ gigoid ~~


It just seemed appropriate…..



Naked Pearls

Three Blind Mice


“I know but one freedom, and that is the freedom of the mind.”

~~ Antoine de Saint Exupery ~~


Believe me!
“The secret of reaping the greatest fruitfulness
and the greatest enjoyment from life is to live dangerously!”

~~ Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche ~~


How could the drops of water know themselves to be a river? Yet the river flows on.”

~~ Antoine de Saint-Exupery ~~



Well, I did it. It’s not much, but, there ’tis, in all its faded glory. So be it. I’ll be back, ffolkes. Count on it….

Y’all take care out there,
and May the Metaphorse be with you;
Blessed Be, dearest Carole, Mark,Theresa, & Richy
and everyone else, too…

When I works, I works hard.
When I sits, I sits loose.
When I thinks, I falls asleep.

Which is Why….

Sometimes I sits and thinks,
and sometimes,
I just sits.

gigoid, the dubious

The *only* duly authorized Computer Curmudgeon.


“SCRAM!!!!!!!!!!”- Oscar the Grouch

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À bientôt, mon cherí….


8 thoughts on “Sincere moments in gentrification….

  1. My days have been sluggish at best…..I cannot keep a thought for longer than a fart….I wish I had more but today is gonna be a slim day for vocalizations…LOL chuq

    • I hear that; much the same here, for less reason, as I am certain your pain is greater than mine. The Phoenix Tears are working at improving my condition, meaning less overall pain, but, the PTSD remains active. I’ll be napping a lot today, I think….

      Have the best one you can, amigo….


  2. Pain is an interesting thing..
    Even Breathing..
    Even Living..
    And there
    are nows
    for some
    where life
    is not interesting
    at all.. perhaps they
    are working.. working..
    just a part of a machine for
    another.. day.. starving or even
    starved for emotions.. moving..
    connections and creating..
    yes.. i’ve been without
    all this.. except for
    the food part..
    as i always
    had something
    to eat.. but something
    to eat is rather empty
    too if one cannot enjoy
    the food.. i’ve been there
    too.. hmm.. i took a nap
    on my mothers recliner
    and what i learned
    long ago..
    is the best
    way NOT to aggravate
    Severe Degenerative
    Arthritis in the neck
    is to keep one’s head
    straight ahead.. and never
    ever get tense.. stay loose
    so muscles do not constrict
    the degenerating parts
    to come greater
    i am reminded
    clearly of the side
    of the head that feels
    a little like a big toothache
    on the left side of my entire
    head.. as those nerves and muscles
    in neck are connected all around the head
    too.. anyway.. i have the will to make the pain
    go away.. i would explain how i could do it.. if it
    wasn’t entirely a non-verbal process of power inside..
    and i can bring the pain on at will as well.. but of course
    i choose the former.. and get my head straight and continue
    zero tension.. fears.. anxieties of life as comfort comes and
    stays again.. my friend.. The Body keeps score.. it really does..
    as science shows there are receptors for happy neuro-chemicals/
    hormones in peptide way in every cell from head to toe.. as vagal
    nerve equivalent of kundalini rising or falling from Brain to gut
    spreads the good news positive feelings. or bad news
    negative feelings.. inside.. outside.. above..
    so below and all around in almost
    infinite connections from
    neurons to cells
    all around
    a human
    lots of
    self healing
    as the body
    positive or negative
    feelings as a way
    of future life.. now..
    more for those who can
    escape the almost unavoidable
    constant sometimes fight or flight
    stress that spells the insanity of modern
    society.. away from moving.. connecting..
    and creating.. in touchy feely human way..
    Sure.. just more evidence that some
    folks live in heaven.. and
    hell can be very
    difficult to escape..
    glad your pain is subsiding
    friend.. and sleep is certainly
    a recovery way for that too..
    and with more
    sleep means
    less dopamine
    the creativity chemical
    but the trade off for less pain..
    is fair enough.. overall.. i guess..
    Emotions motivate me for creativity
    from sadness to joy and more than that..
    Pain forced me to write for 33 months..
    can’t say most of it was creative..
    but lots of facts explored
    in 5 plus million
    words to that
    and before that
    for 33 months i could
    not write.. or read.. or look
    at TV.. a computer screen
    without intolerable pain..
    and nature or even
    colored photos
    too.. or even
    bottom line..
    yeah.. those were the
    hardest months of all
    in Fibromyalgia.. Severe Arthritis..
    Sjogren’s Syndrome.. Dysautonomia
    Coat Hanger pain.. and sure some
    more odds and ends of extreme pain..
    including the worse pain known to mankind
    from wake to sleep.. aka Type Two Trigeminal
    Neuralgia that i’ve oft talked to here too.. before
    of course.. and no.. no drug of any kind.. not even
    opiate associated drugs would touch that pain
    AT ALL.. AND I suppose i could HAVE gotten
    MAD at Nature.. but nah.. i just whined and
    couldn’t cry with no tear of relief..
    for two years.. until
    everyone got tired
    of hearing
    it.. never
    how much i needed
    a gun to end it all..
    and i remember how frantic
    i was one morning when i couldn’t
    find our Cat Arthur as he was kinda
    my only nuance of any kind back to emotions
    and i couldn’t help but to have the kind of human
    empathy.. of just how bad my wife.. sister and
    mother would feel if i ended my pain for good..
    and bad the same.. Catch 22 from
    hell and back
    and hell
    all around
    my friend..
    and i suppose i am
    just as joyful as hell in
    heaven that i can make this
    IN THE WORLD.. sure.. the higher power of God and
    or nature in us same.. for those of we who find a
    way to tap it.. make it real.. and practice
    a healing way of life that has
    no equal in the world
    of medicine..
    or whatever
    that is weaker
    than the power..
    the potential of human
    will.. Free Will is the Will
    to control how one feels and senses
    in mastery and integration of that whole..
    And with that.. Heaven is now.. as it ends
    and begins in how we feel and sense the
    world at hand now.. with no one really
    who can add anything to that.
    but challenge
    and a
    Win again..
    for those who
    master life.. my friend..
    Anyway.. again.. there is
    always hope even if one can
    never feel that emotions when
    there is WILL that NEVER EVER GIVES UP..
    AND TO END HERE.. my great aunt Jettie
    at 94.. as crooked and crippled as any
    old person one might see..
    with arthritis from
    head to toe..
    could make her
    pain go away at 94 without
    any drugs either.. she gave me
    a hope of that potential umbrella
    of life to me then.. and now it’s
    open wide my friend
    and the
    rain of
    pain never
    stays now..
    as Joy Lives with
    Human Relative Free WiLL..:)

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